CHAPTER NINETY NINE
Time stands frozen. Faelyn meets Amendiel's sharply focused gaze dry-mouthed. Her distressed breathing and the hammering sound of her heart are the only sounds that pass between them.
Amendiel moves first, breaking the
trance; in a swift, vice-like grip, he snatches Faelyn's wrist, and he slowly picks the knife from Faelyn's trembling fingers, staring at the tiny weapon briefly before tossing it to the side of the room...
"What were you about to do to me?!" His low raspy voice sends a wave of chill through Faelyn, clearly he had been sleeping... How did he know?
Faelyn opens her mouth, but no words come out, she feels as though her throat is being strangled.
"I'm sorry!" She manages out
"That's not what I asked, mate!" Amendiel's intimidating voice booms, echoing the chamber.
